Favela Vive 4 (feat. MC Cabelinho, Edi Rock, Kmila CDD, Orochi e Cesar MC)

[Lord]
L-O-R-D
Favela Lives

To start with all the love in the world
Today I woke up in pure hatred (hey, hey?)
A lot of faith for the kids, bro, what's up, vision (vision)
There are many in crime, they should be on the podium (favela Cria)
Trigger, several mothers here lost their sons
Trying to get out of the lowest floor of the pit (yeah, yeah)
They gave us 600 reais in aid
Bullet to the head or knee on the neck (hey, yeah)
How many here resort to this?
Carrying a Glock, drug dealing is a service (yeah, yeah)
Without asking for alms that I never saw profit in (profit in)
We ask for food and they want to throw missiles (they want to throw missiles)
Fourteen years old, black is the color of your skin
Leave your home, appear at the morgue
At this moment, I hear a voice telling me
It was so-and-so, it was so-and-so, but it could have been Guilherme
This is what's left for the favela
And it's for the family that the virus is ignored
Without the privilege of the scoundrel who talks to the police
That he's tough in the favela and trash in Alphaville
You ask me where so much anger comes from
It's from the disregard of the boss with the maid's son
Different and allowed treatment
Then the price paid is twenty thousand in favela life
Those who celebrate death, these guys are sinister
They cry if the gang shot down the helicopter
Dirty bourgeois who never mingled
Born rich and thinks someone envies their color (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nine young people dead at a party in Paraisópolis
The poor don't even have the right to be happy
You're not a guy like my brother Rogério Soares
You don't even recognize your own scars anymore
But we applaud everything from here
Light up the balloon, feet on the ground, well planted here
There are so many cowardice that I wasn't even surprised
If they always said to our diseases: So what?
And when this pen stroke ends
The bullets will fly, someone here will smile, someone here will cry
And shout: Favela Lives
Or: I can't breathe

[MC Cabelinho]
Oh, faith
Cabelin in the voice
Favela lives in me

I hear shots in twelve by one, sirens and barking dogs
God, I've never seen the purpose of this stupid war that goes on in the hill
You'll only understand our revolt
When a stray bullet simply finds you
They asked me one day what I think of the UPP
The biggest cowardice the government did
Just tell me why? Did it get better?
Changed what? I want to know
Is there anyone there to answer me? Does anyone see?
For God's sake, how many more will die?
And my daughter, still a child
Traumatized, woke up crying and came running to my arms
The rich kid doesn't know what a rifle shot is at the time of the exchange
Passing through the window of your room
The people up here ask for help
Indignant when the bullet hits
They have money for war in the hill
But they never manage to end hunger, no
I fight for justice to the end
For all innocent victims
Then they ask shamelessly
Why did the little one become a criminal?
Until this shit changes (until it changes, until it changes)
The State will be received like this (received like this)
With AK bullets (with AK bullets)
The Eagle will fall (the Eagle will fall)
The armored vehicle will break down (the armored vehicle will break down)
Favela lives in me

[Kmila CDD]
Leave the door open for the black woman to enter
Educated, blessed even in the womb
From my mother Dona Cristina, she gave me self-esteem, consecrated my fate
Her teaching in my life is like a vitamin (is)
To fight and become a winner
I became a good student because I had a good teacher
In the school of life, in the school of the street
Favela that lives, favela that cries and the fight continues
I'm a woman and I stayed on the front line
I never reached the top, but I always climbed the hill
(Which is up on the hill) Where the action happens, where the shit goes down
I'm roots, community, I bring favela in my name (CDD)
I leave deep marks of my history
Gory tales that no one was ecstatic about
Drugs destroyed some of my friends
Causing losses in the family with several wounds
I saw an addict being charged
Taking a shot in the hand, the mother crying by his side
Making a plea not to kill the son who became a criminal
Predictable consequences of wrong choices
You can't be good, on the path of evil
In this way, several stories were ended
Script of a movie that I know the ending
Invisible protagonists, told narratives
I'm a narrator, my own manager, proud to be a mother
I gave birth to a beautiful daughter who now completes my life
I'm teaching and learning
Obstacles and victories, but we're always developing
Me and my little one redesigning the scene
Hearts united to escape an old problem
Caused by people I don't idolize
Kmila CDD, Favela Lives number four

[Orochi]
Yesterday I dreamed that everyone united
Just to screw up the system
Pantanal in flames, screwed with the indigenous
Brothers getting shot, extinct animals
Trail of deaths, tears and screams
Favela crying and the media smiling
Yesterday I dreamed that everyone united
Just to screw up the system
I am the proof that the favela won
I'm the opposite of what they want for me
I ask and the favelas answer
Faith in God, not in men
For the good of the family and brothers
To not see our blood on the ground
On party day or operation day
Faith in God, not in men
Orochi, another black man at the top
The favela won again and they pretended not to see
Y'all, you're not among us
Because your mask fell off long before the Coronavirus
Humility prevails a la Didico
Feel the military power, welcome to Rio
In these lines I practice terrorism
Eating the heart of a live racist
I raised my city and took some guys out of crime
I pay any bail, a contract from Mainstreet
Bringing the culture of the rich kid to the underprivileged
With my face on the cover of a magazine and in Rio's weed, yeah
I am the proof that the favela won
I'm the opposite of what they want for me
I ask and the favelas answer
Faith in God, not in men (ah)
For the good of the family and brothers
To not see our blood on the ground
On party day or operation day
Faith in God, not in men

[DK 47]
They are cowards, look how they act
Wanting to invade my community
That's why, my brother, I'm already tired
Of hearing nonsense
Who is born amidst the massacre
Has hatred as a free sample
That my life is not a Tik Tok
My life is a tic tac, oh
I'm relaxing on a Sunday
And at the barbecue a racist burning alive
It's starting to look like a Tarantino movie
His widow crying is music to my ears
Want to kill a favela resident before he gets rich?
The more we are talked about, the more they go bankrupt
Be thankful if you can get home alive today
Because you are a survivor of an extermination plan
My pen is an AK, always ready to shoot
I hate the right as much as the left caviar
They say you still have the right to choose
Between those who don't care about us and those who pretend to care
You hate competition, you had no coherence
Taught me robbery and how to break into a house
Five hundred years the whites are in the damn Brazil
Giving an intensive course on how to act with violence
For my daughters, my family, I live in a hurry
So when I look at the plate, there's no lack of beans and rice
I'm willing at my post to kill today's lion
If it stays for later, tomorrow it's already two
Do you remember Favela 3? They confused Marcos Vinícius
Now in Favela 4 it was Ágatha and João Pedro
It's scary to see that the hero of these Brazilian bourgeois
Is a cop in his spare time who works as a blogger
Have you forgotten? Rennan da Penha was arrested
Racism is never from the ghetto, same story, same plot
At the rave you see the rich kids also drugging freely
But the DJs of that shit are not favela and black
Only those who are raised in the alley will understand this vision
Because the alleys teach you to be a man from an early age
It's not good to put your hand on what belongs to your brother
So as not to fall into the situation of losing all your fingers

[Cesar MC]
Hmm, yeah
It's black sound, yeah, yeah, ahn
It's black sound, from the favela
And when it plays, no one stands still
It's black sound, from the favela
But when it plays, the white profits and we end up handcuffed
Black lives matter!
Some complain about this phrase
While bullets invade us and knees suffocate us
Hey, they never cared about this cause
It's a hashtag, black screen to pretend they support us
Every 23 minutes a young black man dies, another black drama
Like João Pedro, hey
But around here, the pain only generates commotion when the headline is American
How many George Floyds died anonymously?
That's what I wonder
If the #BlackScreen were moved, why did they never touch on the subject?
Even if I die, I will denounce
Until my last breath for those who can't breathe
Like the maid's son who is killed by the boss
The media mutes it, time flies and a life is priceless (no, no)
In this country, our pain is worthless
Think if the boss loses her son and blames the maid?
Brazil stops!
Chaotic scene
Country where the police are experts in autopsy manipulation
Idolatry is blind and tragedy is obvious
And the family's president only thinks of himself
Poor people were guinea pigs to save the economy
There's blood in Excel that enriches the bourgeoisie
Hunger wasn't on the agenda, only labor
They don't care about our lack, they protect their surplus
The right wants me in the Colt's sight
While the left-wing white controls my narratives
Revolutionary who never set foot in the ghetto
It's white literature teaching me to be black
Keep your boxes, don't disturb me
Politics loses its meaning when the war is a fan club
I'm sorry if you didn't like this
Wait for the next episode and give Caesar what is Caesar

[Edi Rock]
Favela lives, favela dies, no one gets involved
Doesn't develop, whose gun is it?
From nine to nine, help!
Sad ideas that dissolve in a beat
And move you
We're all in the beat, the guys and the girls, and it's still not enough
We're the crazy ones, we're the change
Same dirty coin of blood that the virus contaminates
How many have died and how many will die long before finding the vaccine?
On every corner, on every pole, on every door
On every Eternit tile, click, on every slab
On every tap missing water to wash hands
On every gunpowder and bullet in that direction
Here comes the Caveirão, devil who sent it
Children on this mat, on TV the mother cried
If there is someone, who will come to save us?
God can't take it anymore, it's hard to counterattack
Bang, bang, bang, bang, hit the ground and pray hard
Pray because it's not like in the movies, where crime is a joke
Here it's death, militia and BOPE, bad luck and luck
In every lot a family, the path here is always strong
Against disease, against sentence, against violence
The bill doesn't fill up if it's against dementia, against this bankruptcy
On every corner, on every pole, on every door
On every Eternit tile, click, on every slab
On every tap missing water to wash hands
On every gunpowder and bullet in that direction
Here comes the Caveirão, devil who sent it
Children on this mat, on TV the mother cried
If there is someone, who will come to save us?
God can't take it anymore, it's hard to counterattack